Blus-blues - Pugh Rogefeldt, Ola Magnell

Hennes blus är gul och hon har blåa jeans

Som hon har köpt på Gul & Blå

Hennes fötter saknar markkontakt

För skorna har en jättehög platå

Och jag undrar vad hon tänker

På sin halta promenad

Hennes tajta brallbak blänker

Men hon verkar inte glad

Hon tycks ha nog av hur hon tar sej ut

Tills hon har tagit sej in till slut

Hennes ögon verkar släckta

Under ögonlock i silvervitt och blått

Hennes blickar riktas framåt

De har inte vikit alls där hon har gått

Om man talar till den damen

Kan man känna sej ganska viss

Om att inte få nått svar men

Hennes ögon åker hiss

Och visst känner man sej tacksam som publik

När man får se ett livs levande lik

Her blouse is yellow and she has blue jeans

Which she has bought at Gul & Blå

Her feet have no contact with the ground

Because the shoes have a very high plateau

And I wonder what she's thinking

On his limp walk

Her tight brallback shines

But she doesn't seem happy

She seems to be fed up with how she gets out

Until she has made her way in finally

Her eyes seem dead

Under Eyelids in Silver White and Blue

Her eyes are directed forward

They have not budged at all where she has walked

If one speaks to that lady

Can you feel quite certain

About not getting any response though

Her eyes go up

And of course you feel grateful as an audience

When you get to see the living corpse of a lifetime